Lyrics:
iceberg
Sweaters, with the jeans with the creases
Gucci sneakers turban- turbans on my beeper got me yelling yelling
Aw sh-, they don let the wrong
Frieden auf den Zorn
Du bist alles was ich bin, dafür gibt es nur ein Wort
Mama
Mein Magen knurrt, es ist kalt
Streif den Turban um den Hals und
crier est urgent
Horizon vertical eux qui nous parlent de pur sang
Je rappe pour mes frères avec le turban
Une pièce en import, de mars là ou
Mama, der Magen knurrt, es ist kalt
Streif' den Turban um den Hals und kämpf' für unser Brot
Ey, Mama, der Magen knurrt, es ist kalt
Streif' den
turbán, a barátnőd a lábán alig állt
Nem tudom, hogy csinálhatunk minden éjjel galibát
Ha beakarok szívni akkor felhívom a Gabikát
Szeretettel
baby)
Tracs
Le génie est toujours fou avant qu'il perce
Frérot, j'fais manger tout l'monde
Turban comme si j'étais père toujours
Rien d'méchant,
Like a turban since you nerds
Left turds in the bed
I'm absurd with words emerged
In burned threads
We need more beats
Every time Spose and a beat
my Gucci, I was wrapped in turban
Knew she was a hoochie, I had to murk it
Now I got power, I feel like Curtis
I gave her Pucci, I felt like she was
gettin' head like turbans,
Any job a good job, so she get a blow job
Suckin' it from 9-5, that bitch workin'
I see you niggas from the side watchin'
the turban
Haters can't disturb him, waiters can't serve him
Mike Jordan of rap, outside J workin'
Now watch how quickly I drop 50
I don't like playin',
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see
All ball caps and turbans
All prom queens and strippers
Where the whole kitchen sink and then here
We're the same, everyone knows your name
We
a priest in a turban
Too much tenacity, vocal capacity
Ya better take some notes, don't try to get on after me
'Cause I'm the chemical enemical
Jehovah towards the virgin in white
I'm wrapped in a turban for spite
Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up
When the fuckin world blows up
or hitting townwards
From the top and working downwards
I ensure that every stitch is stitched in time
Whether wig or hat or turban
Whether clog, boudoir
that's naughty
A turban that's unraveling just won't do
No earrings that are tasteless or gaudy
You're gonna look gorgeous when I get through
There's
yer!
Non dovete portare un'attrezzatura che è naughty
Un turban che è unraveling giusto non basterà
Nessun earrings che sono insipidi o gaudy
State
that's naughty
A turban that's unraveling just won't do
No earrings that are tasteless or gaudy
You're gonna look gorgeous when I get through
There's
stay on the penis
I went from the Vernon, the curve servin', paper earnin'
Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban
Sit with two techs in my duplex,
ensure that every stitch is stitched in time
(Is stiched in time)
(oh oh oh ah) Whether wig or hat or turban
(oh oh oh ah) Whether clad boudoir or urban
disrespectful baby don't encourage him
I like them brown yellow Puerto Rican or Persian
Dashiki kimona or turban
They say I dress white but my swag so urban
swervin' with the Swervo tape all in my head (let's go)
I blow up like a turban on top of my head (let's go)
Codeine sip, ain't no bourbon, no bourbon in
percs
Like I'm a laundromat be free
I feel like yeat cuz I hit the (bell)
I invented this turban shit
Got me the dior and she ride my dick
Its 3 inches
shit came out perfect
Let the guns speak for they self, I ain't never been a loud person
Walkin' 'round the house in the turban
These niggas washed up
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